Road To Love: Chapter 8

For Kurt and Blaine, the next six weeks passed in a wonderful flurry of sweet text messages and desperate kisses. However, even their relationship was not without challenges. The main challenge for Kurt and Blaine was finding enough time to spend together, whilst keeping their relationship under wraps so Burt didn't find out.

After a few weeks of working under Burt's guidance, Blaine had pretty much mastered the basics of what was required for his job (which was really more of a mechanic's assistant than an actualqualified mechanic). Kurt therefore managed to convince Burt to take Sundays off and let him fill in, so he and Blaine would have the whole day alone in the garage together. Burt was somewhat confused by Kurt's sudden willingness to help out, but he was grateful for the time off, and with a little encouragement from Carole, seized the opportunity to make Sunday his official 'date day' with his wife.

Unfortunately, on most Sundays, there was actually work that needed to get done, so Kurt and Blaine's kissing time was still limited. However, on slow days, Blaine would take every opportunity to push Kurt up against one of the cars and ravish his mouth.

On Saturdays, Blaine and Burt would work together, but Kurt had taken to hanging around the garage as much as possible, which Blaine found incredibly distracting – in a good way. Usually, Kurt would just curl up in the chair in the corner and read a book, occasionally peeking out over the top of the pages to send Blaine flirty looks when Burt's back was turned. If Burt found Kurt's presence unusual, he didn't say anything. However, Blaine couldn't help but feel that Kurt must surely be bored of sitting in the garage every Saturday while he worked.

One Sunday found Kurt half-seated on the hood of a fancy red convertible, with Blaine standing between his knees, arms around Kurt's waist, and sucking on his neck just softly enough not to leave any hickeys. He decided to say what was on his mind before he chickened out.

"Hey, babe, I was wondering…"

"Hmmm?"

"How come you spend so much time in the garage on Saturdays? I mean, not that I'm complaining, but wouldn't you rather hang out with your friends or something? Don't you get bored?"

Kurt pulled away from Blaine slightly and looked down, pausing before answering.

"Blaine, I see my friends every day at school. But I only get to see you on weekends. Sundays are the best day of the week for me, because I get to be with you. On Saturdays, I just…like to be around you. I miss you."

Blaine wanted to cry. He missed Kurt too. He hated that they saw each other so infrequently.

"I miss you too," he whispered, nuzzling into Kurt's neck. He wasn't sure what else to say. What else was there to say? He boarded at a school that was two hours away from Lima, in Westerville, during the week. Occasionally Kurt would meet Blaine and a few of the Warblers at the Lima Bean halfway between Westerville and Lima, but they all had homework to do and Glee club practice to attend, and an hour there and back was still quite a long drive to make on a weekday, so these meetings were rare. But they were doing their best. Breaking up was not an option, Blaine loved Kurt far too much to ever break up with him.

And, oh yeah, there was that. Blaine had realised that he loved Kurt.

It had happened about a month into their relationship. He had been aware, perhaps since the very moment that he first laid eyes on Kurt, that he was falling for him. That feeling just got stronger every day.

One Sunday, Kurt and Blaine were working in the garage together, when Lima was hit by a storm. It was bigger than anticipated and the power had gone out, so they had been forced to close the garage for the day. Burt and Carole were out on a date and Kurt was certain that they wouldn't be back for several hours, so he had invited Blaine up to his room. They had to run from the garage to Kurt's house, through the rain and wind, and sneak through the living room so as not to alert Finn to their presence. This turned out not to be a problem, as Finn appeared to have driven to Rachel's house, since the power-cut deprived him of his X-Box.

They ran up the stairs hand-in-hand, soaked to the bone, giggling and whispering, even though they were alone. When they entered Kurt's bedroom and locked the door behind them, Kurt turned to face Blaine, their chests just centimetres apart. It was almost pitch black, and Blaine could just make out the shape of Kurt's face and the glitter of his eyes. The air felt as though it were charged with electricity, and Blaine reached out to brush Kurt's sodden hair from his face. He could feel Kurt's warm, panting breath against his own slightly open mouth, and he pulled him into a desperate kiss with too much tongue and accidental clashing of teeth, but it was perfect. They stumbled backwards towards Kurt's bed, but then Blaine tripped on something and fell forwards, landing on top of Kurt on the bed. Kurt chuckled beneath him.

"Looks like you were the one to land on me this time. I should like some candles or something, I can barely see you."

Blaine nodded, but then realised that Kurt couldn't see him. "Yeah, sure," he said breathlessly, rolling off Kurt and sitting up on the bed.

He could hear Kurt bustling around the room, swearing a few times when he bumped into something or couldn't find his lighter.

Eventually, they managed to lightly illuminate the room with soft candlelight. Blaine's breath caught in his throat. Kurt looked absolutely breathtaking. Well, he always looked breathtaking, but the way the candlelight illuminated the contours of his face…Blaine wondered how it was possible for such a beautiful person to exist.

"Wow," he gasped.

"Wow yourself," Kurt replied, and sank down slowly onto the bed next to Blaine. Blaine leaned in to kiss him, but Kurt placed a hand gently on his chest to stop him.

"I think…it's time that I let you hear me sing," he said with a nervous smile.

Blaine's eyes widened in surprise in delight. He had been waiting for this ever since he had discovered that Kurt was in Glee Club that day in the Lima Bean.

"I'm kind of nervous," Kurt mumbled, looking up at Blaine from beneath his eyelashes. "I've sung for lots of people before, but it's different with you. You're such an amazing singer, and I really care what you think. Will you… sing it with me? It might make it easier. I'm sure you'll know the song."

Blaine nodded. He could think of nothing he wanted more than to sing with Kurt.

"Ok," Kurt said, and closed his eyes, breathing in deeply, before he started to sing.

It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside

Blaine gasped. Yes, he certainly knew the song. Elton John had always been one of his favourite singers. But that's not why he gasped – Kurt's voice was simply beautiful. He sounded like an angel. And even though he had a high-pitched speaking voice, Blaine had had no idea that he was a countertenor. He had never met an actual countertenor before.

Kurt, seeming encouraged by Blaine's reaction, continued to sing with a little more confidence.

I'm not one of those who can easily hide

I don't have much money but boy if I did

I'd buy a big house where we both could live.

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no

Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show

I know it's not much but it's the best I can do

My gift is my song and this one's for you.

Kurt stared deep into Blaine's eyes as he sang. Blaine gulped. He's singing to me, he thought, and was vaguely aware of tears pricking the back of his eyes. Kurt's voice sent shivers up his spine. Suddenly, he remembered that he had agreed to sing the song with Kurt, so he took a quick breath before launching into the chorus with Kurt, their eyes locked.

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind

I hope you don't mind that I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

Kurt stopped singing after that, letting Blaine take the last two verses on his own.

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss

Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross

But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song

It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do

You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue

Anyway the thing is what I really mean

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

Kurt re-joined Blaine as they belted out the last verse together. By this point, both of them were teary-eyed and shivering slightly. Whether the shivers were caused by the cold rain or something else, neither was sure.

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind

I hope you don't mind that I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world.

And when the song ended, Kurt smiled at Blaine, his eyes crinkling gently, and Blaine knew it.

I'm in love with you.

I am so, so in love with you.

But he didn't say it. Not yet.

He just leaned forward, and captured Kurt's lips with his own.

Kurt shuffled forward so he was kneeling over Blaine's lap, and pushed him gently backwards until he was lying on the bed. Then Kurt began to unbutton Blaine's coveralls.

Blaine gasped and broke the kiss, grabbing Kurt's wrist.

"Wait…Kurt, do you want to…?"

Kurt shook his head slightly. "No…no, not that. Not yet. I just…I want to feel you."

Blaine nodded in understanding, and reached up to unbutton Kurt's coveralls, too.

They slowly undressed each other, hands running down each other's sides and backs and stomachs, and then eventually lower.

They both gasped and moaned when their naked and damp bodies first came into contact with one another, and they could feel every inch of each other. Kurt sucked on Blaine's neck. "Want you," he whispered. Blaine nodded frantically, and gave an experimental thrust of his hips. The feeling of his erection rubbing against Kurt's was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and he curled his toes, moaning Kurt's name. Kurt whimpered, and Blaine's brain felt fuzzy with lust and love as he pulled Kurt down into a kiss, trying to convey everything he was feeling through his lips. They continued to thrust against each other, the room filled with soft moans and sighs and kisses.

They came together, for the first time, just seconds apart. Afterwards, Kurt cleaned them up with a washcloth from his bathroom, before they curled up in the damp sheets together and just held each other for hours. As much as they wished that they could stay that way forever, they eventually heard the front door open, announcing Burt and Carole's return. Blaine hastily pulled his clothes back on and kissed Kurt passionately before sneaking out of his bedroom window again, like he had done on the evening of the first day that they had kissed and declared themselves boyfriends.

Once in his car, Blaine called Burt and apologised for having to leave early, as there wasn't much that could be done in the garage without power. Burt was understanding, and told him to have a good week at school. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt in the pit of his stomach at having to lie to his boss, who he now saw as not just a boss, but also a friend. He knew that if he and Kurt stayed together long-term (which he certainly hoped that they did), Burt would have to find out eventually. But when he did, Blaine was almost certain that it would get back to his own father, and he just wasn't ready for that yet. He had yet to work up the courage, and figure out the best way to tell his dad that he not only had a boyfriend, but that boyfriend was his boss's son.

Blaine and Kurt's one month anniversary had fallen on a Wednesday, and they had been unable to meet up, so Blaine had just slipped Kurt a bunch of red roses on Sunday, and Kurt had bought Blaine an expensive baby-blue silk bowtie. They had both been more than overjoyed with the gifts, and agreed that it wasn't really necessary to have a big celebration. Much to Blaine's delight, however, their two-month anniversary fell on a Sunday. He had begun to make preparations two weeks in advance, because he wanted to make sure that everything was perfect. Kurt deserved to have a romantic, uninterrupted night, which was something that Blaine had been yet to give him.

This anniversary was also a big deal because he intended to finally tell Kurt that he loved him.

He also suspected that it might be the night that he and Kurt would make love for the first time.

He wasn't sure of this – he and Kurt had yet to have that discussion. But they had gone pretty far about a month ago on the night of that storm, and they had since had many heated make-out sessions that had left them whimpering and moaning, their jeans far too tight and uncomfortable. It seemed to Blaine that their lack of physical intimacy so far had been due to lack of opportunity, rather than unwillingness from either party. He just wanted to be prepared, in case they decided that this was what they wanted. And after all, who knew when they would next get the chance to be alone together for a whole night?

Two days before the big night, Blaine had everything organised. He had told his parents that he and his friends would be having a boy's night at Wes's house and he would just crash there. He had told Kurt to inform his dad that he would be sleeping over at Mercedes' house, and she had been more than willing to cover for Kurt. Blaine had been to bed bath & beyond to purchase all the things required to put the finishing touches to his plan, and he had checked the weather forecast over fifty times throughout the last two weeks. It seemed that everything was in order – there was only one thing left that Blaine may need. He knew that he had been putting off the inevitable, but it was time to suck it up and talk to Nick and Jeff.

The conversation with Nick and Jeff lead to Blaine somehow finding himself standing outside of a small supermarket in Westerville early on the morning of his and Kurt's anniversary, with Nick, Jeff, Wes and David by his side as 'moral support'.

"Guys," Blaine said, his face heating up with embarrassment and his legs trembling slightly, "I really don't need you all here. I only asked Jeff and Nick because they have been together for years and have experience in this particular area."

David just grinned and clapped Blaine encouragingly on the back. "Nonsense! My buddy is buying condoms for the very first time. I must be here to help in any way I can. And to see what size you get, and mock you mercilessly for it."

Blaine looked up at David in panic. "They come in different sizes?"

"Relax, Blaine," Wes sighed. "It's really nothing to be embarrassed about. Losing your virginity to the person that you love is a beautiful experience."

Blaine looked at Wes with an incredulous expression on his face. "Sometimes," he said slowly, "I actually don't know if you're being serious, or trolling me."

Jeff laughed, stopping abruptly when Blaine turned to him in anger. "And YOU!" He cried, pointing accusingly. "I can't believe you couldn't keep your mouth shut about this!"

Jeff at least had the decency to lower his head in shame.

"Alright, let's just…get this over with," Blaine huffed, and headed into the store, the others following behind.

As they entered, the girl behind the counter looked up and flashed them a bright smile. That is, until she saw Nick and Jeff holding hands. Her demeanour immediately changed as she glared daggers at them, her back stiffening. Blaine did his best to ignore her as he looked for the right section of the store, but David seemed pretty pissed off by the whole thing.

"Fucking bitch," he snarled so only the boys could hear. "Wes, come with me." And with that, he dragged Wes to the back of the store, muttering obscenities under his breath.

Nick and Jeff lead Blaine to the condom section. He was a bit taken aback by the range in front of him.

"Ok," Jeff said, "You've got regular condoms, and then they can also be flavoured, lubricated, ribbed, extra-strength, ultra-thin, et cetera et cetera. Don't get too freaked out. I recommend that you just get extra-strength ones. But you'll also need a good water-based lubricant. Here," he said, picking up a bottle of KY and shoving it into Blaine's hand.

Blaine was suddenly very grateful for Jeff's presence, and for the fact that David had buggered off to some other part of the store. Probably buying cookies, Blaine thought, rolling his eyes. He coughed nervously. "What did David mean about…umm…the sizes?"

"Oh," Jeff said. "Well, they stretch, so you don't need to worry about it too much, but I think the smaller ones are like six-ish inches, and the extra-large ones are around 8 inches or more. I'm not exactly sure," he said, shrugging. "We've only ever used one size."

Blaine blushed furiously, scanning the rows for a second before picking up a box of extra-strength, extra-large condoms. Nick raised an eyebrow at him at smirked. "Shut up," Blaine muttered.

"What if Kurt wants to be on top, though?" Jeff asked. "Do you need to get another size as well?"

"No, these will be fine for both of us," Blaine said, trying to keep his voice neutral as he spun around and headed for the counter, Nick's giggles following behind him.

Blaine placed the items on the counter, trying to avoid eye-contact with the checkout girl at all costs. Suddenly, David came up behind him, and threw his arm around his shoulders. Blaine looked up in surprise.

"Oh, good, you got the condoms and lube," David said, much louder than necessary. "I have the rest of the stuff right here."

Blaine looked at him in confusion, becoming aware of a basket at David's side. Wes was standing behind David and Blaine could see that he was trying to suppress a grin. David began pulling things out of the basket, and Blaine became increasingly confused at the array of seemingly random items.

Two wooden spoons.

Whipped cream.

Two pacifiers and a pack of diapers.

A pair of plastic handcuffs.

Rope.

Gay porn magazines.

Gay porn magazines? Blaine thought to himself for a second, before he suddenly realised what David was doing. He was buying items that made the boys look as perverted as possible. Oh God, he thought. No. No no no no no no no.

But the items just kept coming.

Electric toothbrushes.

An enormous cucumber.

What looked like some sort of inflatable clown.

A large plastic sheet.

Is he trying to get us arrested? Blaine thought, absolutely mortified. "Hey," David said to the checkout girl, who was looking down at the items in horror, "do you think that these - " he picked up Blaine's condoms – "Would be big enough to fit over this?" He held up the large cucumber.

Her eyes looked like they were about to bulge out of her sockets. "Umm, I don't -"

"Probably," Jeff piped up suddenly, moving closer to the counter. "I mean, if they can fit over this guy's dick," he nudged Blaine, "they can fit over anything."

Blaine felt like his face was on fire. He shot Jeff a look that he hoped conveyed his feelings of What the hell are you doing? Don't encourage this!

David held up the cucumber, turned to Wes, and winked. Then Wes did something that created a mental image that Blaine wasn't sure he would ever be able to sear from his brain – he leaned forward, and licked a long stripe up the cucumber, from the bottom to the top, maintaining eye contact with David the entire time.

"This weekend is going to be awesome," David said. "Don't worry Blaine, I know that this is your first time ever doing something like this, but we'll go easy on you this time around. We won't use the cucumber until the second or third time. The electric toothbrushes are very good, I think you can handle them. We should get spare batteries, though – there's nothing worse than the battery running low when you're just on the edge." He winked again, before turning back to the check-out girl. Blaine was pretty sure that his expression matched hers. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "Well, what are you waiting for, lady? Ring 'em up."

Her hands fumbled over the items as she scanned them, and as soon as she had put them all in a bag and David had paid her, Blaine grabbed the bag and tore from the store as fast as his legs could carry him.

The other boys walked out of the store at a leisurely pace, and crossed the parking lot to where Blaine was waiting by Nick's car. As soon as David got close, Blaine lunged at him, and whacked him over the head with one of the wooden spoons.

"Ow! Ow, Blaine, get off me, you psychotic hobbit -"

"I'M psychotic? You asshole!" *Smack* "What the hell was that?" *Smack* "I have never been so humiliated in my life!" *Smack*

Wes grabbed one of Blaine's arms and Nick grabbed the other, pulling him back as he struggled against their grasp.

"Oh come on Blainers, I just wanted to have a laugh," David said, rubbing his head, but smiling slightly. "I mean, did you see the look on that homophobic cow's face?"

Jeff chuckled. "It was pretty hilarious, Blaine."

"I agree," said Wes. "We…what's the expression? Got that bitch so good."

Blaine slowly began to calm down as he realised that, yes, they did actually get her pretty good. She probably deserved it. No, she definitely deserved it. And no harm done, really. It's not like he'd ever see her again...at least, he really, really hoped not.

"Sorry for hitting you, David," he muttered.

"Apology accepted," David said, grinning at Blaine.

"And nice touch with the inflatable clown."

They all roared with laughter as Blaine pulled his condoms and lube from the bag and went to throw the rest of the stuff into a nearby trash can.

"No, don't throw it out!" David said, grabbing the bag from him.

Blaine raised his eyebrows. "What could you possibly use this junk for?"

"What if we actually decide to have a big gay orgy?" David said, shrugging. "I dunno, I'll find some use for it. It cost me, like, twenty bucks, dude."

Blaine rolled his eyes, shoving David in the direction of the car.